The Heretic - текст песни
The Heretic
These fits of depression are torturing me
The lives that I seen won't breathe again
A sad child of madness, they'll never be
free
Born again to die, the agonies begin
And soldiers keep coming - like warriors
they die
But gangland's alive when mothers cry
Cause hate's blind addictions, a killing
machine
And it burns on the fuel of shattered
lives - lost child, lost child
The seeds of all evil are sown in their
minds
And harvest the sad fields of woe
Cause dead boys are martyrs
That live on forever
But now it's too late for their souls
Standing on sanities too fragile edge
And worship the "Lord of the Flies "
And wade through the slaughter
You've made of thy brother
And drown in his blood then when he
dies
You see in their eyes
They're the lost child
See in their eyes
You see in their eyes
They're the lost child
See in their eyes
Don't turn out the lights
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